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The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta

Dr. Pratt Datta

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The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 25, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Ode on a Grecian Urn  by John Keats Thou still unravish'd bride of quietness,        Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express        A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fring'd legend haunts about thy shape        Of deities or mortals, or of both,                In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?        What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape?...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 25, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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"For All We Have And Are" By Rudyard Kipling   1914   For all we have and are,  For all our children's fate,  Stand up and take the war.  The Hun is at the gate!  Our world has passed away,  In wantonness o'erthrown.  There is nothing left to-day  But steel and fire and stone!       Though all we knew depart,       The old Commandments stand:—       "In courage kept your heart,       In strength lift up your hand."    Once more we hear the word ...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 25, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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A Death-Bed By Rudyard Kipling   1918   "This is the State above the Law.      The State exists for the State alone."  [This is a gland at the back of the jaw,      And an answering lump by the collar-bone.]    Some die shouting in gas or fire;      Some die silent, by shell and shot.  Some die desperate, caught on the wire;      Some die suddenly. This will not.    "Regis suprema voluntas Lex"      [It will follow the regular course of—throats.] ...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 25, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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"The Trade" By Rudyard Kipling   1914-18(Sea Warfare)   They bear, in place of classic names,      Letters and numbers on their skin.  They play their grisly blindfold games      In little boxes made of tin.      Sometimes they stalk the Zeppelin,  Sometimes they learn where mines are laid,      Or where the Baltic ice is thin.  That is the custom of "The Trade."    Few prize-courts sit upon their claims.      They seldom tow their targets in.  They...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 19, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by William Butler Yeats Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,Enwrought with golden and silver light,The blue and the dim and the dark clothsOf night and light and the half light,I would spread the cloths under your feet:But I, being poor, have only my dreams;I have spread my dreams under your feet;Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 19, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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An Irish Airman Foresees His Death by William Butler Yeats   I know that I shall meet my fateSomewhere among the clouds above;Those that I fight I do not hate,Those that I guard I do not love;My country is Kiltartan Cross,My countrymen Kiltartan’s poor,No likely end could bring them lossOr leave them happier than before.Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,Nor public man, nor cheering crowds,A lonely impulse of delightDrove to this tumult in the clouds;I balanced all, brought all to mind,The...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 19, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Death by William Butler Yeats Nor dread nor hope attend A dying animal;A man awaits his endDreading and hoping all;Many times he died,Many times rose again,A great man in his prideConfronting murderous menCasts derision uponSupersession of breath;He knows death to the bone –Man has created death.
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 19, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Leda and the Swan by William Butler Yeats A sudden blow: the great wings beating stillAbove the staggering girl, her thighs caressedBy the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill,He holds her helpless breast upon his breast. How can those terrified vague fingers pushThe feathered glory from her loosening thighs?And how can body, laid in that white rush,But feel the strange heart beating where it lies? A shudder in the loins engenders thereThe broken wall, the burning roof and towerAnd Agamemnon...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 18, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats   Turning and turning in the widening gyre    The falcon cannot hear the falconer;    Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;    Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,    The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere    The ceremony of innocence is drowned;    The best lack all conviction, while the worst    Are full of passionate intensity.     Surely some revelation is at hand;    Surely the Second Coming is at hand.    The...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 1, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Richard II Soliloquy by Shakespeare   No matter where; of comfort no man speak:Let's talk of graves, of worms, and epitaphs;Make dust our paper and with rainy eyesWrite sorrow on the bosom of the earth,Let's choose executors and talk of wills:And yet not so, for what can we bequeathSave our deposed bodies to the ground?Our lands, our lives and all are Bolingbroke's,And nothing can we call our own but deathAnd that small model of the barren earthWhich serves as paste and cover to our bones.For...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 1, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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If by Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,Or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master; If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim; If you can...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jul 1, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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To a ReasonBy Arthur Rimbaud  Translated from French by John Ashbery  A tap of your finger on the drum releases all sounds and initiates the new harmony. A step of yours is the conscription of the new men and their marching orders. You look away: the new love! You look back,—the new love! “Change our fates, shoot down the plagues, beginning with time,” the children sing to you. “Build wherever you can the substance of our fortunes and our wishes,” they beg you. Arriving from always,...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jun 22, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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My Young Son Asks Me... by Bertolt Brecht Translated by Burch My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics? What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces Of bread are more than one's about all you'll end up with. My young son asks me: Must I learn French? What is the use, I feel like saying. This State's collapsing. And if you just rub your belly with your hand and Groan, you'll be understood with little trouble. My young son asks me: Must I learn history? What is the use, I feel like...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jun 22, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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The Burning of the Booksby Bertolt Brechtloose translation by Michael R. Burch When the Regimecommanded the unlawful books to be burned,teams of dull oxen hauled huge cartloads to the bonfires. Then a banished writer, one of the best,scanning the list of excommunicated texts,became enraged — he’d been excluded! He rushed to his desk, full of contemptuous wrath,to write fiery letters to the morons in power —Burn me! he wrote with his blazing penHaven’t I always reported the truth?Now...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jun 17, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Prometheus by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Cover thy spacious heavens, Zeus,With clouds of mist,And, like the boy who lopsThe thistles' heads,Disport with oaks and mountain-peaks,Yet thou must leaveMy earth still standing;My cottage too, which was not raised by thee;Leave me my hearth,Whose kindly glowBy thee is envied. I know nought poorerUnder the sun, than ye gods!Ye nourish painfully,With sacrificesAnd votive prayers,Your majesty:Ye would e'en starve,If children and beggarsWere not trusting...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jun 14, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Do not go gentle into that good night by Dylan Thomas Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jun 13, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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“Demain dès l’aube” by Victor Hugo Demain, dès l’aube, à l’heure où blanchit la campagne,Je partirai. Vois-tu, je sais que tu m’attends.J’irai par la forêt, j’irai par la montagne.Je ne puis demeurer loin de toi plus longtemps. Je marcherai les yeux fixés sur mes pensées,Sans rien voir au dehors, sans entendre aucun bruit,Seul, inconnu, le dos courbé, les mains croisées,Triste, et le jour pour moi sera comme la nuit. Je ne regarderai ni l’or du soir qui tombe,Ni les...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jun 7, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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In Muted ToneBy Paul VerlaineTranslated by Norman R. Shapiro Gently, let us steep our loveIn the silence deep, as thus,Branches arching high aboveTwine their shadows over us.Let us blend our souls as one,Hearts’ and senses’ ecstasies,Evergreen, in unisonWith the pines’ vague lethargies.Dim your eyes and, heart at rest,Freed from all futile endeavor,Arms crossed on your slumbering breast,Banish vain desire forever.Let us yield then, you and I,To the waftings, calm and sweet,As their...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Jun 3, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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ODE TO NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE by Lord Byron with annotations from Peter Cochran [Byron wrote the poem in several stages. The earliest manuscript (at Texas) was created on April 10th 1814, and contains stanzas 1, 4, 6-12, and 14-16; Byron then added stanzas 5, 13, 2, and 3 to it. Stanzas 17, 18 and 19 were written – so it used to be said – at the request of John Murray, to increase the size of the book and thus to avoid paying stamp tax on it. But Andrew Nicholson, in Napoleon’s ‘last...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
May 28, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Be Drunk Charles Baudelaire, 1821 - 1867 You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it—it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind,...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
May 20, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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The Hippopotamus by TS EliotSimiliter et omnes revereantur Diaconos, ut mandatum Jesu Christi; et Episcopum, ut Jesum Christum, existentem filium Patris; Presbyteros autem, ut concilium Dei et conjunctionem Apostolorum. Sine his Ecclesia non vocatur; de quibus suadeo vos sic habeo.                                     S. Ignatii Ad Trallianos. And when this epistle is read among you, cause that it be read also in the church of the Laodiceans. THE BROAD-BACKED hippopotamus...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
May 20, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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La Belle Dame sans Merci: A Ballad By John Keats O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel’s granary is full, And the harvest’s done. I see a lily on thy brow, With anguish moist and fever-dew, And on thy cheeks a fading rose Fast withereth too. I met a lady in the meads, Full beautiful—a faery’s child, Her hair was long, her...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
May 16, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 By William Wordsworth      Five years have past; five summers, with the length  Of five long winters! and again I hear  These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs  With a soft inland murmur.—Once again  Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs,  That on a wild secluded scene impress  Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect  The landscape with the quiet of the...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
May 7, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Ulysses by Lord Alfred Tennyson It little profits that an idle king, By this still hearth, among these barren crags, Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole Unequal laws unto a savage race, That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me. I cannot rest from travel: I will drink Life to the lees: All times I have enjoy'd Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those That loved me, and alone, on shore, and when Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
May 7, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage [There is a pleasure in the pathless woods] by Lord George Gordon Byron Canto IV There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feelWhat I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal. Roll on, thou...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
May 7, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Ozymandias  By Percy Byssche Shelley   I met a traveller from an antique land, Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on the pedestal, these words appear: My name is Ozymandias, King...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
May 3, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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This a poem for Boatswain, Byron's dog, my puppy Milton who passed on to a more beautiful world last week, and the other beautiful puppies in the world. Epitaph to a DogGeorge Gordon Byron, 1788 - 1824   Near this Spotare deposited the Remains of onewho possessed Beauty without Vanity,Strength without Insolence,Courage without Ferosity,and all the virtues of Man without his Vices.This praise, which would be unmeaning Flatteryif inscribed over human Ashes,is but a just tribute to the Memory...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
May 3, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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A Dog Has Died  by Pablo Neruda   My dog has died.I buried him in the gardennext to a rusted old machine. Some day I'll join him right there,but now he's gone with his shaggy coat,his bad manners and his cold nose,and I, the materialist, who never believedin any promised heaven in the skyfor any human being,I believe in a heaven I'll never enter.Yes, I believe in a heaven for all dogdomwhere my dog waits for my arrivalwaving his fan-like tail in friendship. Ai, I'll not speak of sadness here...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 28, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Preludes by T. S. Eliot IThe winter evening settles downWith smell of steaks in passageways.Six o’clock.The burnt-out ends of smoky days.And now a gusty shower wrapsThe grimy scrapsOf withered leaves about your feetAnd newspapers from vacant lots;The showers beatOn broken blinds and chimney-pots,And at the corner of the streetA lonely cab-horse steams and stamps. And then the lighting of the lamps. IIThe morning comes to consciousnessOf faint stale smells of beerFrom the sawdust-trampled...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 25, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Ode to a Nightingale by John Keats My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk: 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness,— That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. O, for a draught of vintage! that hath been Cool'd a long...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 25, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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“Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow” By William Shakespeare Macbeth, Act 5 Scene 5 Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 23, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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II. A Game of Chess   The Chair she sat in, like a burnished throne, Glowed on the marble, where the glass Held up by standards wrought with fruited vines From which a golden Cupidon peeped out (Another hid his eyes behind his wing) Doubled the flames of sevenbranched candelabra Reflecting light upon the table as The glitter of her jewels rose to meet it, From satin cases poured in rich profusion; In vials of ivory and coloured glass Unstoppered, lurked her strange synthetic perfumes, Unguent,...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 20, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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The Waste Land BY T. S. ELIOT                                     FOR EZRA POUND                                IL MIGLIOR FABBRO I. The Burial of the Dead     April is the cruellest month, breeding Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing Memory and desire, stirring Dull roots with spring rain. Winter kept us warm, covering Earth in forgetful snow, feeding A little life with dried tubers. Summer surprised us, coming over the...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 18, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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The Rime of the Ancient Mariner (text of 1834)  Samuel Taylor Coleridge Argument How a Ship having passed the Line was driven by storms to the cold Country towards the South Pole; and how from thence she made her course to the tropical Latitude of the Great Pacific Ocean; and of the strange things that befell; and in what manner the Ancyent Marinere came back to his own Country.   PART I  It is an ancient Mariner,  And he stoppeth one of three.  'By thy long grey beard and glittering...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 18, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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"N'est ce pas qu'il est doux" by Charles Baudelaire Is it not pleasant, now we are tired,and tarnished, like other men, to search for those firesin the furthest East, where, again, we might seemorning's new dawn, and, in mad history,hear the echoes, that vanish behind us, the sighsof the young loves, that God gives us, at the start of our lives?
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 18, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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L'Alabatros from Fleurs du Mal  Charles Baudelaire Often our sailors, for an hour of fun,Catch albatrosses on the after breezeThrough which these trail the ship from sun to sunAs it skims down the deep and briny seas. Scarce have these birds been set upon the deck,Than, awkward now, they, the sky's emperors,Piteous and shamed, let their great white wings droopBeside them like a pair of idle oars. These wingèd voyagers, how gauche their gait!Once noble, now how ludicrous to view!One sailor...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 12, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Tonight I Can Write (The Saddest Lines) Tonight I can write the saddest lines.Write, for example, 'The night is starry and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.Tonight I can write the saddest lines.I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.How could one not have loved her great still eyes.Tonight I...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 12, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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SONNET 130My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips' red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I have seen roses damask'd, red and white,But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delightThan in the breath that from my mistress reeks.I love to hear her speak, yet well I knowThat music hath a far more pleasing sound;I grant I never saw a goddess go;My mistress, when she...
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Apr 2, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Kubla Khan BY SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE   Or, a vision in a dream. A Fragment.    In Xanadu did Kubla Khan  A stately pleasure-dome decree:  Where Alph, the sacred river, ran  Through caverns measureless to man     Down to a sunless sea.  So twice five miles of fertile ground  With walls and towers were girdled round;  And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,  Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;  And here were forests ancient as the hills,  Enfolding sunny...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Apr 2, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Danny Deever BY RUDYARD KIPLING ‘What are the bugles blowin’ for?' said Files-on-Parade.    ‘To turn you out, to turn you out,’ the Colour-Sergeant said. ‘What makes you look so white, so white?’ said Files-on-Parade. ‘I’m dreadin’ what I’ve got to watch,’ the Colour-Sergeant said.       For they’re hangin’ Danny Deever, you can hear the Dead March play,       The Regiment’s in ’ollow square—they’re hangin’ him to-day;       They’ve...
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Mar 24, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Sonnet 18 Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,When...
The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Mar 24, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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A Little Boy Lost Willam Blake Nought loves another as itself,Nor venerates another so,Nor is it possible to thoughtA greater than itself to know.'And, father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little birdThat picks up crumbs around the door.'The Priest sat by and heard the child; In trembling zeal he seized his hair,He led him by his little coat,And all admired the priestly care. And standing on the altar high,'Lo, what a fiend is here! said he:'One who...
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Mar 17, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Friends, Romans and Countrymen by Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. Marc Anthony's  Soliloquy in Act III Scene II
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Mar 17, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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The Tory: Perspectives and Poems: Dr Pratt Datta
Mar 10, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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Love’s Philosophy Percy Bysshe Shelley     The fountains mingle with the river     And the rivers with the ocean,  The winds of heaven mix for ever     With a sweet emotion;  Nothing in the world is single;     All things by a law divine  In one spirit meet and mingle.     Why not I with thine?—    See the mountains kiss high heaven     And the waves clasp one another;  No sister-flower would be forgiven     If it disdained its brother;  And the sunlight...
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Mar 10, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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 The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock                            S’io credesse che mia risposta fosse                            A persona che mai tornasse al mondo                            Questa fiamma staria sensa piu scosse.                            Ma perciocche giammai di questo fondo                            Non torno vivo alcun, s’i’odo il...
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Mar 7, 2018 Dr. Pratt Datta
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